The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Shawn's POV:

The ceremony was about to begin. I was dressed expensively and looked over at the busy werewolves. I was in a great mood. The feeling of power and status exhilarated me.

While I crossed my legs and hummed a song, Mateo appeared in clothes that looked more exquisite and luxurious than mine. He swaggered towards me, surrounded by his several attendants.

My heart sank instantly. This old man was just a Gamma, but today he looked and acted like he was much more than that. People who came to this event clueless might even think that he was the one who was taking the Alpha position.

"Stop slouching." Mateo looked at me in disdain.

I got up and stood up straight.

"Good day."

on the shoulder. "You must remember that we werewolves have to value our origins and be grateful for the help. Never forget who helped keep our pack alive and prosperous, and of course who gave you the chance to become an Alpha today." There was a lot of meaning behind Mateo's words. He was obviously warning me not to attempt to undo all the control

was disgusted. The Alpha position was always supposed to be mine in the first place. Sooner or later, I would have to get rid of Mateo and take back everything that truly belonged

Don't even think of playing any tricks. I am watching

keeping this scene as harmonious as possible. Satisfied, he then

hold in my anger anymore and

He clearly did not take me seriously. If that was what he thought, then I would show him that this "puppet" could fight back too At this moment,

chair and huffed in annoyance, "What

caught Sylvia," he reported

work." I said excitedly. "Now strip Sylvia naked and leave her in the room prepared for Prince

a gift to the prince would not only give him a good impression of me, but that

virgin. It must be a wonderful experience." The subordinate smiled obscenely, but was careful not to maintain eye contact with me. "You idiot! Why would I give the prince a used gift? Do you want to die?" I slapped the back of

Prince Rufus is here." The subordinate gently tapped my arm, jolting me out of my

man himself, Prince Rufus Duncan, at the entrance of the banquet hall. He wore a silver suit, most likely customized to fit him perfectly. His facial features were handsome, but cold enough to make everyone around him flinch whenever